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"Hey, Xiangling, after we beat this hall master, we're going to have a duel with you! Even if I can't go with you, at least I'll pay for your return if you're gone. Didn't you say that if something happens, you want Wangsheng Hall to handle it?"

The girl with plum blossom eyes also started to make a fuss, but the little girl in front of him who still had a cross patch on her leg to cover the wound had a stern expression after occupying the center of the venue. She held the gun in both hands and raised her knees high, fixing the gun barrel in a straight line with her shoulder, knee and hand, and her momentum became stronger than that of Zhongli who had given way.

It was not until a blazing flame rose from the feet of the girl named Xiangling that "Dan Heng" realized that it was not momentum but an illusion caused by heat.

The fire wheel spun out from the gun body and attacked in coordination. Dan Heng had never seen such a strange attack method before - even the bounty hunters who drove the mechanical spirit to attack together had never had such precise skills and equipment to maintain a gap between the fire wheel and themselves, just to embarrass the enemy.

“Hey – ha!!”

Just as the girl was about to rush forward, Kong responded - he turned his short spear into a long spear, and then the spear body raised a wall of air waves, as if he had waved a brush and moved the mountains and rivers to different places.

"Crescent Moon Sweep!!"

"boom!!"

The seemingly powerful fire wheel hit the barrier-like air wall and was immediately shattered, and the little girl's thrust also hit it, and the tip of the gun could not move forward an inch.

"This, this is 10% of Brother Kong's strength?"

"I never lied to you, Xiangling. This is 10% of my strength. Zhongli will also testify for me. He can see through whether one party of the contract has breached the contract."

"You must be kidding, woo woo..."

Dan Heng, who "personally" shattered the girl's last hope, actually felt a little guilty like his original body. Looking at her sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes, he was unable to go forward to comfort her for a long time. Finally, he could only change place to continue sparring with Zhongli.

For Dan Heng, learning the art of spear was secondary. After seeing so many precious memories of Kong, the image of the golden-haired man who laughed endlessly and was even a little mercenary seemed to have become more three-dimensional in his mind.

118. Identified as playing Zibeng

"It seems that none of them have a rejection reaction to the contents of the light cone."

Old Yang stared at Dan Heng and San Yue, and found that their momentum suddenly increased, but there was no sign of being possessed. He nodded, secretly admiring Kong's precise control of the teaching content.

However, the situation of Esta, who had joined at the last minute, was rather awkward. She stood behind Danheng and Sanyue, waiting for Kong to print a light cone for her as well. However, Kong pondered for a long time and could not decide which memory to take out for her to watch.

"Why did you hesitate for so long? Kong?" Esther asked anxiously as she saw his eyebrows rising and falling like a jumping curve.

She thought that Kong felt that her foundation was too poor and there was no need for any training, and was trying to think of some less hurtful words to reject her.

"Strictly speaking, you are actually a technician and auxiliary staff, Esta. It is not a good choice to let you face the frontline battle directly... Are you sure you want to make achievements in combat?"

Sora blinked awkwardly, "I have some memories of working in the workplace and within the system, as well as commanding troops or organizations that I can share with you. They are more suitable than the combat part."

"Well, why don't you just say that I'm a wimp."

As expected, Esther thought to herself, "But I really hope I can help you on the front line. It's boring to do so much planning..."

So the point is “boring”?

The corner of Sora's mouth twitched:

"The coordination between your system and the 'staff' is weird. I don't think I have any experience in manipulating something like this. Oh, show me how you used this staff before. I need to find some similar weapon manipulation experience based on its attack form and your habits."

Upon hearing this, Esta pointed her staff at the target in the training ground. After a buzzing sound, a thin guide line emerged from the tip of the staff. The guide-line-like beam itself also carried extremely high heat, burning the fluid shield in front of the target with a sizzling sound, and finally expanded into a red stream of light with a bang, submerging it.

The target and its shield were all blown away, the power was so great that even Lao Yang couldn't help but look sideways.

"…Oh my god, this is a catastrophe!"

After seeing Ester's attack method, Kong immediately looked enlightened.

"?"

Esta didn't understand why Kong suddenly reacted so strongly and even screamed, but he did gradually understand everything...

No wonder the little rich woman always makes sinister “hehe” and joyful “hehe” sounds during the battle, it turns out she is just playing around!

This is indeed the case with people who use weapons that cause explosions - especially those that only cause explosions but do not cause explosions.

Now the way Kong looks at Esta is different. A girl with such a hobby will definitely have a bright future. At the very least, she will become a super sadist or a torturer.

Not to mention Ester, Kong himself was also bad at using Zibeng during competitions, always making strange laughter and scaring his teammates.

"Well, your taste in choosing weapons is a bit peculiar, Estelle. I think I have found the part of memory that suits you best..."

Sora nodded his forehead, and a cone of light spun out from in front of him and landed in Estelle's arms.

"What is this?" Estelle wanted to hear Kong's introduction of the content in advance, so as not to be frightened after being immersed in it.

"It has two parts. One part is my memory of participating in the battle of Typhon, and the other part is my memory of playing in the APEX competition. They are not particularly thrilling, so you can study them with peace of mind."

Seeing Kong's confident look, Esta lowered her guard and began to read.

Then she was frightened by the heat wave from the light cone that hit the back of her head.

The "she" in my memory was running very fast, her body leaning against the wall. The nerves on her back connected to the backpack of her combat uniform, and a string of blue light pushed her high into the air. She kept moving on the hollow steel frame structure and avoided the missiles that were coming one after another from behind.

Racing with missiles? Are you kidding me?

Estelle's thoughts were a little confused.

However, what was outrageous was that Kong, who was running wildly on the steel frame, flashed into the interior of the steel frame, used its frame to detonate the small missiles that were doubly locked by electromagnetic and thermal sensors outside the frame, and continued to attack higher places.

"Wouldn't it be easier to become a target if you jump higher?"

Esta couldn't understand it - the wonderful experience of having the synergistic neural device implanted subcutaneously was something she had never experienced before. It made her feel as if she had become a superman, and her reaction speed was more than ten times faster than before.

The steel frame structure under my feet was bending and twisting under the attack of missiles. It began to break and fall, and I was thrown into the misty white abyss under my feet along with it.

Where is this? Who am I? Who is hitting me? Why?

A series of questions made Esta not notice how her original body got out of the gap in the steel frame. When she came to her senses again, she had already started a free fall quite freely.

Even in this exaggerated maneuver that would have tossed his brains all over, the original body that dived down from the air still found the time to unlock the weapon fixed on its back, held it level and against the turbulent airflow, aiming at the bean-sized target on the ground -

The sight replaced the natural field of vision, and the ballistic information flashed quickly on the helmet panel, but there was almost no need for extra calculations. The moment the red line coincided with the ground target, Superman, who was controlling Esta's body, fired a shot at the ground target in a dive-bombing posture.

It was obviously just a single-soldier weapon, but it produced a remarkable explosion effect the moment it hit the bean point. Resisting the discomfort of weightlessness, Estelle forced herself to refer to the panel data and found that the thing she had just destroyed was a mecha called "Death".

“BT!!”

"Protocol Three - Protect the Pilot."

As the original body shouted, it rolled in the air, with the nozzle of the backpack pointing downward, offsetting some of the potential energy of the fall. In the equally foggy sky, a flash of light was also approaching.

The one-eyed robot came closer and closer, stretched out its angular giant hand, grabbed Esta's body in the air, opened the front hatch, and pushed her in.

"The Pilot has boarded."

Neural connections were being established, and data from the Polaris equipment was being written - Esta's body was filled with strength, as if every one of her joints and tendons had been replaced with tough metal, but the feeling of weightlessness followed her everywhere, causing her emotions to rise step by step to the peak of excitement.

Humans yearn for the sky and the stars so much that when their ancestors gave up their gift of flying and returned to the earth, the lightness they once possessed was deeply embedded in their genes, and Ester is no exception.

She felt as if she was omnipotent. Even the densely packed hostile lock boxes on the ground could not shake her will, which was like the descent of the god of war.

"Flight core activated."

The rail plasma cannon locked forward.

She already had a premonition - everything on the ground would be reduced to ashes under her "heavenly fire".

119. Fart Sword Technique!

"They still have to watch the 'tutorial' for a while, Lao Yang, why don't we spar first?"

After confirming that Esta had also begun to immerse herself in her own memory world, Kong rubbed his hands and pulled out a force field sword from the side of the venue.

When this thing hits a human body, it will only cause a slight electric shock and output the hit part and estimated damage to the score screen. It is very safe. Even if he and Lao Yang play tricks, they can't hurt each other.

Alan is really thoughtful——

Just as he finished thinking this, he saw that Alan was already concentrating, and he and a group of his little fans gathered at the entrance of the venue to watch them.

"...I just finished praising him. Hey, he might as well spend his time reading the advice I wrote for him."

Kong helplessly glanced at Alan's eyes that were almost shining.

"I can only satisfy Alan's curiosity... Captain, he needs some time to adapt to the transition from a combatant to a manager... Do you remember how long it has been since our last sparring match?"

Walter also raised a force field sword, got into position, and no longer paid attention to the onlookers over there.

“I can’t remember the exact time.”

He spun a sword flower in the air: "But be careful, Old Yang. I am no longer the same person I was before, and I have improved a lot."

"How about just using strength that does not exceed that of an ordinary person? Otherwise, I will have no chance of winning." Hearing him say this, Lao Yang couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't be too quick to discourage yourself. I'm just saying something harsh... Just calculate it based on the normal 80-kilogram effort."

After saying that, Kong also took a step back and relaxed his body, leaving only his wrists active.

"it is good."

The swordsmanship used by Walter is the dual-wielding Meyer swordsmanship that is more common in Germany. The core of the swordsmanship is to keep the center of gravity close to the cross guard, and he is quite good at dealing with long-handled weapons.

But Sora's swordsmanship seems a bit more extreme.

Obviously, the force field sword he was holding was far from being "long", but the way he carried it on his shoulder was more like the habit of using a broadsword, which made Walter a little confused about his approach for a moment.

It has indeed changed. Before, when Kong occasionally fought against Honkai beasts, he used a light sword and a gun alternately. I have never seen him use heavy swordsmanship.

Was it because of the change in the combat environment? He was transferred from the command post to the front line, so he had to learn armor and armor-piercing swordsmanship? It seemed like another story worth bragging about after drinking.

"You seem to be concerned about my opening move?"

"Well, a very unfamiliar start."

"Then I'll attack first, and you come and get the feel of it!"

Sora said as he took a step forward and swung his sword head-on without any apparent skill.

Old Yang fixed his eyes, and used the "glancing strike" technique of Meyer's swordsmanship to meet the sword from the side. He blocked Kong's attack with his cross guard and slashed forward, trying to let the force field sword hit Kong's ear or neck.

But Kong's attack was powerful enough, and there was no intention of testing him. All his body weight was concentrated on the tip of the sword, as if he was deliberately being blocked by Old Yang. This caused Old Yang's glancing blow to come towards his head, and he jumped forward again and lowered his head, using his shoulder to push Old Yang's body to the left in a collision posture, turning the weak sword into a strong sword and forcing him to give up.

These are all things that can be done at the 80-kilogram level, without any law-based attacks or special powers involved.

After leaning his body to the left, Lao Yang had to bear the downward pressure from Kong. His wrist loosened a little and the tip of his sword was pinned to the ground by Kong.

It was this moment of less than a second when the sword tip dropped down that gave Kong the opportunity to raise his elbow and drag the hilt of the sword to make a feint to knock at Lao Yang's glasses.

According to the rules of the long sword competition, Kong had already scored a point, but Kong only warned Lao Yang to concentrate, and then jumped into the preparatory posture for a new round.

"It's armored heavy swordsmanship."